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Sheila Jones felt her body was on fire like she had dived into a pool of lava.
She was desperate to find some relief from the heat.
While the man's robust chest pressed down on her, she arched her back instinctively and whispered, "Niko..."
Though he didn't reply, his thrusts became more fervent, almost reaching a wild level.
As morning broke, the hotel room was flooded with the gentle light of dawn.
When Sheila rolled over, she bumped into the sturdy warmth of a man's chest.
After dreaming of being intimate with her boyfriend, Sheila's eyes fluttered open to see a flawless yet unfamiliar face.
Startled, she blurted out, "Who are you? Why the hell are you in my bed?" Pulling the blanket around her, Sheila sat up abruptly and asked in distress, "What happened last night?"
"I should be asking you that," Shane White responded calmly, opening his eyes. Sitting up against the headboard, he met her panic with coolness. "I had a few too many drinks last night and was heading to my room. When I stepped out of the elevator, you came at me and started groping me. Seems like you're quite adept at securing clients in hotels."
Feeling both embarrassed and angry, Sheila was shocked that he thought she was a prostitute.
She wanted to slap him, but the blanket fell, revealing her bare body.
She quickly covered up again, sternly telling him, "What happened last night stays between us. Once you leave, we forget each other. Spread any rumors, and you'll regret it!"
Annoyed, Sheila got up to shower away the incident. But as soon as she stood, her legs wobbled, and she started to fall.
When she thought she was about to take a spill, her wrist was caught, sending her tumbling back onto the bed. In a surprising turn of events, she ended up lying on Shane's chest, locking eyes with him.
She realized her hand was inadvertently resting on the man's chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath.
Sheila felt shame engulf her as she wished she could vanish.
"You seem fond of my chest?" Shane let out a small chuckle tinged with irritation.
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